He laid there, on the small raft he managed to steal from a older man. Its not like the guy couldn't just make another wooden one. His back ached from the uncomfortable wood pressing at his spine, he didn't care. Sleep was something he heavily needed. Even though they managed to save parts of the world from Perseus' nukes, didn't mean he could rest. He tried but Adler insisted he join him and Park to get a taste of the "Artic Air." He was finally free now. Nobody knew his name, his face, his past. He was dead to everyone.

He could go where ever and be whoever. Almost anywhere that is. Returning to the Soviet Union would be suicide. Not that America could be any different, but he would rather be under protection of the most powerful nation in the world than be under the protection of a country who could swiftly be taken out by America. He could go somewhere that is neutral, but obtaninig a life as something such as a lawyer, didn't seem logical to him. Whatever he did next would have to involve his combat skills.

He pulled out a map he found on the boat and searched the different states within America. Assuming the CIA would be looking fot him, why not hide within the city that never sleeps. After all New York would be the last place they expect a run away to hideout in, and by the time they found him it would be nearly impossible to identify him. He would already have a new life, hopefully.

The idea of New York was something that piqued at his interest, it always had. He'd seen pictures and seen film of the city but never actually had the pleasure to visit it. Given the current circumstances he would get the opportunity now.

He only slept for about forty minutes on the boat. His damaged mind prevented him from having a peaceful sleep with a clear mind.

"Do not trust him..."

Ring

"Bell, I need you to think back, one last time."

"Hudson can't trust anyone he can't control."

"Come on Bell, turn back around and use the other door."

Ring

"I .. will... never give up anything to you.. Americans!"

"He's not breaking."

Ring

"The process is complete, all he needs now is a name."

"Bell."

Ring

The jingling and ringing of bells flooded his ears as they began to ring. He began to panic when the noise wouldn't stop.

"Shut up! Please, stop!" He pleaded. Nobody heard him, how could they. The noise only got louder. He smashed his hands and fists against his head in attempt to solve the problem. It did nothing.

He quickly reached for the edge of the boat, leaning over and forcing his head underwater. Screaming, bubbles began to rise from his muffled pleads.

Ring

Suddenly everything became quiet.

He pulled himself upright and out of the water, throwing himself on his back, looking up at the night sky. Steading his heavy breathing he counted all the stars he could.

"54." He uttered, trying to calm himself.

After a few moments he sat himself up and grabbed the map. Looking at what direction he needed to be heading, he paddled the boat towards North America.

He decided to not allow himself sleep more than fifteen minutes at a time.

The night was still harsh. Luckily he had food and water left on the boat by the previous owner, even if it wasn't much. His supplies would only last him about three days, but if need be he could make it last a week. The water was freezing, part of him regret sticking his head in it. The cold air nearly froze his face it felt like.

He had been through harsher weather though, and even tougher situations. It was debeatable that the worst hes ever encountered was only a few hours ago back during his intterogation.

He spent hours paddeling. Those hours turned into even more nights and more days. He was exhausted, when he finally saw land. Deciding he could swim from here, he turned the boat over and let it fill with water until it sunk to the very bottom. His body ached as he swam to shore.

Stepping on the land he noticed lifegaurd towers all across the beach. Luckily the beach was closed during the night. He wandered into the beginings of the city which consisted of massive metal cargo containers left by ships. As he ventured deeper and deeper into the maze he heard people talking.

"He was already suppused to be dead!" the voice of a man said.

"How can I make it right? Give me more time and I can assure you that I will have him for you." He heard another plead.

Turning the corner he saw one man holding his pistol to the other's head as the third man made sure he didn't allow him to escape. He quickly backtracked unfortunatly his steps were loud enough to alert the men.

"You were supposed to come alone." He heard of them say.

"I did, I swear!" The other panicked.

"Go search the area." He ordered the third man.

Bell heard footsteps begin to approach his position. Thinking quickly on his feet, he climbed one of the containers as he watched the third man continue to roam and search for him.

Seeing the man was dressed in khakis, a leather jacket, gloves, and a ski mask, this seemed to be his perfect opportunity. He allowed the man to wander into the shadows before he jumped down, and wrapped his arms around the man's throat. Cutting off the airflow, the man began to struggle less and less until he was dead.

Swiftly removing his own clothes and switched with the dead man who was now dressed in his clothes. He picked up the corpse and slid it into the water to quietly avoid any splashing noises.

"Whoever it was got away sir. Probably just a kid." Bell turned the corner, impersonating this man's employee.

"Forget whoever it was, kill this traitor." The older man held out his pistol.

"Yes sir." Bell took the pistol and aimed at the other man, his face painted with terror.

"Howard, I didn't know you were… left handed.

Bell gripped his pistol harder, still aiming as the other man spoke behind him.

"I'm ambidextrous sir." Bell said, trying to sound convincing.

"What happened to your accent?" The man asked again, this time more suspicious.

"It happens when I shoot left handed sir, my accent doesn't apply when I shoot from my left.." He knew he wasn't convincing anymore but the least he could do was hope this guy was stupid enough to buy it. "It's a thing I was born with, I don't like to talk about it."

"Liar!" The man yelled drawing his own pistol and shooting Bell's out of his hands.

He charged the older man, tackeling him as they slid underneath a light post. The man's weapon flew across the concrete as Bell began to lay in punch after punch. The light highlighted the features of this man's face.

He seemed to be a bit older than Bell, perhaps around Adler's age. Bell hurridly reached for the pistol laying within his grasp however the man pulled out his knife, slicing a cut down Bell's arm and leg. He hammered his fist into the side of his temple, forcing him onto his back. As the other man aimed the weapon at Bell he heard the shot of the pistol fire. Closing his eyes he didn't dare to open them, thinking he was dead. He heard the sound of a body collapse.

Opening his eyes he saw the other man holding the second pistol. "Come on, we have to get going. Others will begin to wonder where he's been and they will soon be all over us." The man offered him a hand as Bell looked at him, confused.

"Help me toss him into the water, quick!" The man sounded panicked.

"Come on, I know a place we can lay low for a bit." The man said as they walked underneath a light post. The man looked young, around Bell's age. But then again he didn't even know his own age.

"I'm not coming with you. I saved your life and you saved mine. I think thats where this ends." Bell said as they approached a car.

"I wasn't asking." He said as swifly turned around and hitting Bell with his pistol.

He collapsed to the ground the world slowly becoming dark around him.

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